When he arrived, he told the first story of the wild red-chestnut, beautiful, swift as an eagle.

He talked with the hunger and the fire which comes on the faces of those who love horses.

It was not his voice but his manner which convinced his hearers, and before he ended every eye in the bunkhouse was lighted.
That moment was the beginning of the end for Alcatraz.

From the moment men saw him and desired him the days of his freedom were limited; but great should be the battle before he was subdued!.